Bulls

‘Liefling … Sonder jou, blah, blah, blah.’ I can just imagine ol’ Steve, as unofficial mascot of the Blue team who actually play in pink, rasping in the shower, ‘cos, you guessed it, the Bulls won! Of course, in our little town, this means that half the rugby-devotees will get so twisted on their ear tonight – and there will be hooting and flag-waving and plenty of Klippies ‘n Cola consumed. And, shame, the other half, i.e. the Cheetahs supporters, will also get smashed, but in a more snot-bubbles, dribbling and krokodil-trane sort of way. And poor ol’ Robbie Wessels (my personal choice – I have actually paid to see this one perform – twice) will be doing die Leeuloop, somewhere in the gravel outside a bar in the Vrystaat.

That’s life. Sometimes, you win – sometimes you lose.

Tonight, I think I won. My own little contest, here – on rosfromscratch. There were no camera’s, lights or make-up people. No referees, I think. And definitely not 40 000 spectators.

But, I am quietly confident that I will score the 2000 number with this, the last post of the evening……I will rest in peace, once I have taken my pill and spritzed my pillow with calming Woolies’ lavender linen mist.

1924 Views. OK. 70 Posts. Check. Now I am just plain neurotic. Have I lost my sparkle, my va-va-va-voom, my interesting demeanour? Can someone in the Blogosphere tell me if i am on the right track? I know I am slightly off the international radar, what with being situated in the Bundu’s, on the tip of Africa – but how do I know I am doing the right thing? Or is it better to be doing the popular thing?

Hitting 2000 is obviously going to take a lot longer than I originally planned for. I am just hoping that you, my loyal fans, actually have more of a social life than I do. And that you have not lost complete interest in my blogging activities.

Hey, it could be that you are sitting in a bar somewhere, sponging martini’s and shooters off unsuspecting hopefuls. Or maybe, you are out at the cinema, flicking popcorn into the ‘fro 3 rows down. Or, of course, you could be pretending to work your fingers to the bone in a downtown office somewhere… Else, you are the quintessential Yummy Mummy and the soccer run is still in progress.

Of course, if you are in South Africa, you may be throwing boerie on the braai. And ladies, you would most probably be adding the finishing touches to the salad and getting the paper plates in their baskets. The box of semi-sweet is balancing precariously on the melamine counter and already about halfway gone. The Jan Ellis pudding is warming up in the Defy. There is a bit of melancholy in the air, as you turn the sosasties … the Cheetahs got drilled by the Stormers. Who knows if Pretoria will be celebrating – the Bulls are still on the field? And it is tight, manne.

But, if you are like me, you are slowly being hypnotised (or Americanised – depending on how you look at is…) by all the US reality TV. Every channel you flick to – dogs, Kardashians, beauty pageants, racing across the globe, gypsies. Even the Eastwoods have jumped on the bandwagon – I mean, there goes all Clint’s credibility as a bad ass cowboy – Who’s feeling lucky, now?

Oh, the interesting life I lead….